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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A gloomy spirit took life, it wondered the city walls A sad day it was, cloudy and dark resentful of history it dragged on very slow Echoes stirred the hearts of men, for they paid audience to the spirits calls In wonder, asking of the noises that seemed to call from down below Purple, it almost seemed black, a portrait painted by Alley where the moon took to her feet "Midnight dance" she called it. Two spirits in love danced the night away It sat by the window, calling all eyes to pay tribute to the beauty that spoke out right away The colors made love, and love again was the offspring, a never ending cycle in its own retreat I stared out into the open field Slowly pausing to the calls again from down under Bright flashes of lighting painted the scars of the skies, followed by the earths roar, thunder All life paid a steady but firmly yield Music began to take to the air, and its target was my heart A gentle, soothing tune took life It took me from a stroll to memory lane of then where I was once consumed by strife All the way to my foremost recall of my life being torn apart The melody became a tearless cry Gentle sad strokes made the guitar weep its own heart out Love sat to my side, it too held strong for it feared it would die I held it tight with the grasp of a bear, I did trust! And not a doubt Her gentle tones made way to my soul A feeling of sorrow made its way to the top of my being Before I could realize I was tasting my own tears bitter taste of coal In question of why the guitar took a life of its own, stoked at what I was seeing Falling to my knees, I began to pray Again I was restored for all that believe in Him are made a new I wept to the guitars cries, for music her self is so beautiful in every way I fell to my face, drowing in my own tears, I begged the instrument"please no more"
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